Contract Marriage: Boss, Let's divorce

Sister Hua nodded seriously, "Of course, Young Master hasn’t been coming home for a long time, and you don’t even ask about him. Isn’t that neglectful?" "But he’s busy..."

Before Chuxia could finish her sentence, Sister Hua interrupted without letting her explain, "Busy? Can he be so busy that he doesn’t come home for months or even half a year? Young Madam, do you think that’s reasonable?"

Chuxia was choked up for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Sister Hua glanced at Chuxia and continued, "Moreover, even if the Young Master really is too busy to come home, should you really just let it go? Wouldn’t you even make a phone call?"

"I... I’m afraid of disturbing him..." Chuxia retorted, but for some unknown reason, what she usually considered rightful now seemed a bit lacking in confidence.

"Young Madam, you and the Young Master are husband and wife... the closest of people. How could your call disturb him?"

Chuxia’s eyes dimmed slightly, and she suddenly fell silent. Are spouses really the closest people? But Che dislikes her so much, how could he possibly be her closest person?